Thursday 3rd October
 
Dear Diary,
 
Went out for a meal today with the girls; Karen, Nikki and Andrea. We were long overdue for a get-together and Karen suggested we go out for a meal, so we all met at the pizza place at about half five. We've been friends for years, I've known Karen since school and I met Nikki and Andrea at uni. All four of us are big, sexy and unstoppable, I personally have put on quite a few stone since August due to a change in my diet ;-)
 
Anyway we all got large pizzas and lots of sides, except for Nikki who ended it with her boyfriend earlier this week so she couldn't eat as much as usual.
"Yeah I finally dumped that waste of space." she said, "... if you know what I mean!" We all laughed, we certainly did know what she meant, the four of us have all turned many boyfriends into skidmarks, it's so nice to have friends I can speak freely with about vore. A lot of people don't understand or think it's not even possible, but we see it as a perfectly natural and even beautiful thing. Nikki was still 'showing'; her distended stomach made her look pregnant, so she's been getting the usual preferential treatment; people giving up their seats for her on public transport for example. One of the many perks of being a Pred!
 
The restaurant was nearly empty apart from us, which was probably just as well, as we were getting quite merry and a bit loud thanks to a few glasses of wine. We always get quite childish when we go out together, four sensible women with responsible jobs, reduced to a group of rowdy 18-year olds when in each others' company! Our server was a young man, couldn't have been more than 20, whose cheerful enthusiasm despite us girls teasing and flirting with him was quite appealing. I checked out his cute butt as he walked away after taking our order. "Tell you what, I'd let him stuff my crust any day!" I said, to shrieks of laughter from my companions. "You like them young, don't you you dirty girl!" responded Nikki, Andrea telling me to get his number, a suggestion I laughed off.
 
The wine was going straight through me, so I excused myself from the group and made my way to the toilets, taking my big handbag with me (I keep my phone in there and I don't like to be without it). The ladies wasn't the cleanest I've ever seen, which disappointed me, and it pissed me off when I saw the notice claiming that they were checked hourly, as this was clearly a lie. As I relieved myself I thought about the waiter, so friendly, so helpful at the table, but his failure to do something so basic as to clean the toilets properly made me angry. He was deserving of my wrath, I was going to give him a piece of my mind. As I began to rehearse the tirade I was about to inflict upon him, a naughty idea occurred to me. I had finished my pizza but wasn't full yet, and perhaps there was a more fitting punishment for the silly waiter-man. Could I do it to him in such a public place? Well we were the only diners here, and he was sooooo cute, just the thought of making him my dessert was making my stomach rumble and my loins tingle. I finished up and washed my hands, thinking how good it would feel to turn his carefree smile into a tortured grimace of fear and pain.
 
I exited the toilets and marched over to where our server was clearing another table. With a very serious look I said in my sternest voice "Young man! The state of those toilets is unacceptable!" He was taken aback, stumbling over his words and looking left and right for someone more senior to whom he could pass the buck "Uh, um, on behalf of, um, can I apologise for-" I interrupted "Not good enough, I insist you come and see this..." I said as I took his sleeve unnecessarily firmly in my right hand and strode back to the ladies toilets with the bewildered waiter in tow. The girls looked on in surprise, giggling at my display and at his reaction.
 
After arriving and barging through the door without slowing my pace, I swung the jabbering fool around in front of me. "Toilet paper on the floor, marks on the mirror, this is a disgrace!" I said loudly, indicating the failings which had offended me. "I'm sorry," he said, "please, let me get the manager for you and I'll clean in here now." He was about to walk towards the door, but I blocked his path, placed my hands on his shoulders and said "Hold on, maybe I've been a bit harsh. There's no need to rush off, maybe you can make it up to me and I won't even tell your manager." As I spoke I slid my hands down his chest and around his waist, pulling him closer and looking directly into his frightened eyes. He paused for a moment, seeing my look of lust and no doubt weighing up the situation. My hands slid downward until they rested on his bum, and at that moment he snapped into action.
 
He pushed me back away from him and said "No, I'm sorry, but no." I was shocked, and looked at him in silence for a moment. I do like a bit of spirit, a bit of fight, and usually a bit of resistance to my advances increases my interest, but he had pushed me. PUSHED me! Pushed ME!? I was furious. I grabbed his shirt and shoved him hard against the wall. "Listen you little shit, we could have done this the easy way, but if you want to get tough then we can do it the hard way." I slapped his face with my free hand, causing a bright red mark to instantly appear, then I pulled him away from the wall, spun around and pushed him backwards into a cubicle door. The door failed to stop him, it opened and he stumbled backward, almost falling onto the toilet. He made a dash for the exit, but I was too quick for him; grabbing his clothing and making him look at me. He tried to pull my hands off him, but his clumsy attempts to escape my clutches were ineffective. I grabbed his wrists and forced his arms round behind his back, he in his terror shouting "Let go you crazy bitch!" I wasn't going to let that slide, so I landed a swift knee to his groin. He bent forward in pain, I loosened my grip on his wrists and let him crumple downwards, his face brushing my heaving chest as he descended. Knowing my victory was won, I pressed my advantage as there was no time to lose. He was on the floor now in pain, almost in the recovery position but there would be no recovering from what I was about to do to him.
 
I needed him unconscious for what I had in mind, I considered bashing his head on the toilet rim, but I weirdly dislike unnecessary violence (if you can believe that), and I couldn't risk getting blood everywhere, so I went for the clean option; rolling my helpless victim onto his back and settling myself down onto his face in order to suffocate him. I placed one foot on the floor for balance, and the other on him, my heel resting on his crotch ready to deliver further debilitating kicks if his struggles became too vigorous, but in the end I didn't need to. He wriggled a bit, his arms reaching out for something to hold or to try and push me off, but this achieved nothing, I rested my hands down on his, pinning them to the floor, and he rapidly weakened from lack of air. While I waited, I removed my belt (I would be needing the extra room!), and when he was still for a time, I got up and started taking his clothes off him, starting with the shoes and ending with his T shirt. I put the clothes and shoes into my handbag for disposal later, better to throw them away somewhere off-site.
 
I admired his naked form as I took a little bottle of oil out of my bag. I pulled down my skirt and underwear, and with my hand I rubbed a small amount of the oil up and down my ass crack, wiping the remainder onto his legs. I don't always use lube when I eat someone, but time was of the essence. I stood with my feet either side of his, facing away from him, my knickers draped in the nest of my denim skirt, around my ankles and partially covering his, the wet gusset a witness to my arousal. I bent forward and reached down between my legs, lifting his knees, holding them together and lowering my rear end until it hovered inches above them, my ass hole twitching excitedly in expectation of the treat it was about to receive. I have taken in victims feet-first in the past, but I find bending the legs and starting at the knees a more efficient method. I paused for a moment, centring myself and breathing out slowly, relaxing my gluteal muscles and sphincter, preparing them for the task ahead. Swallowing an entire human with one's bottom is a challenging job, albeit a tremendously gratifying one! I closed my eyes, counted to three, and sat down.
 
I briefly felt the pressure of his knees at my back door but my lubricated and highly relaxed hole offered no resistance, my descent hardly slower after his legs entered me than before. My greedy rectum eagerly gobbled them up, and before I knew it I was resting just off the floor, his abdomen protruding out behind me, his toes peeking out from beneath my dark pubic bush. My buttocks framed and surrounded his lower body in such a way as to make him appear very small indeed, an insignificant snack for my ravenous ass, which was cheerfully ending his existence in the most degrading way possible. My feet were still on the floor, and the squatting position in which I now found myself was making my legs ache. I was tempted to stretch them out in front of me, but I knew there wasn't time to savour the experience so, with a squeeze of my ass to hold him in place, I stood up, lifting his limp form up with me until I was standing fully erect and he was dangling out of me like a fat tail, his shoulders and head on the floor, forming a kind of tripod with my legs. I noticed that my legs, especially at the thigh, were almost as thick as his body was at the waist. I certainly have filled out thanks to my recent conquests; their digested bodies increasing the size and strength of my own, their minds nourishing mine and bolstering my intellect, and perhaps even their souls being annexed and consumed by my own more powerful spirit (although Karen thinks this is nonsense, she's so sceptical!)
 
Relaxing again, I started sliding downwards, kind of falling backwards in slow motion as I accepted him further inside. His shoulders braced against the floor beneath, and I could feel his legs making their way through my bowels and into my stomach, their final destination. I has swallowed him as far as his navel now, and I could feel my internal muscles pulling and sucking him upwards so I stood up straight again, no longer needing the assistance of gravity, lifting his head up off the ground and bending forward slightly to balance his weight behind me. As I stood up I took his hands and slid them into my bottom alongside his body. I wanted to get this done as soon as possible, and having a pair of arms still dangling out of me after his head had gone inside was a delay I didn't need.
 
When I had eaten him up to his chest he regained consciousness. He was confused of course, finding himself upside down, with his body inside of mine, he didn't immediately comprehend what was happening. "Wha, what's going on? Where am I?" he asked, his instinctive wriggling sending shivers of excitement through me. "Well babe," I replied, "basically you're being eaten alive. I'm what you might call a maneater, and you are my unfortunate victim today. At the moment you're being sucked through my gut and into my stomach, where your little life will come to an end, and you will be turned into shit. I've done this before and I'm very good at it, so there is no way you can escape, especially now you're so far gone."
 
"Oh my god, this isn't possible!" he said in denial, "please, let me go, this hurts so much, my legs feel like they're on fire and I can barely breathe, I'm being squashed so tight!" I had reached his shoulders now, stretching my anus out to it's widest extent, which is a bit uncomfortable but totally worth it, and it would be plain sailing from now on. As his shoulders slipped inside and my sphincter tightened, he began tearfully pleading for his life. I forget what he said, but it turned me on so much I had to start rubbing one out. This was tricky, as my huge stomach stuck out in front of me, engorged with its new arrival, but with some difficulty I reached my vagina and started playing. The waves of pleasure which washed over me both mirrored and amplified the waves of constriction in the muscles of my digestive tract, drawing my victim in I reached orgasm very quickly, and enjoyed the full-body climax, right from my toes to my head, with the epicentre in my pussy and ass, which you only get when eating someone. Enjoying the afterglow, I noticed that my snack was still talking, begging for his life from beneath me where I couldn't see him.
 
That gave me an idea. His words were becoming muffled now, as he head disappeared between my mighty buttocks. I could feel his face smushed between my ass cheeks, almost out of sight, so I got my phone out of my bag and opened the camera app. Reaching round behind me, I said "Hey babe, let me get a picture to remember you by, smile!" He could not reply, his mouth was now inside me. I pressed capture, the camera clicked, and as my hungry bum hole captured him, my dark rubbery sphincter slipping over his face and closing over his eyes, trapping him forever in darkness, I checked the photo. It was slightly out-of-focus, but you could clearly see his features squashed together between my ass cheeks and the unmistakeable look of terror in his eyes. The noises I could hear from within me might have been screams, or perhaps just the gurgles of digestion, I knew not which.
 
I pulled up my underwear and skirt, the waistband sitting below my enormous tummy which stuck out in front of me, my top looked comically small, barely covering half of it. I picked up my bag and waddled back, somewhat out of breath from the extra weight I was carrying, to see my friends at the table. As voracious preds themselves, they had certainly guessed what I was up to, having been in the toilets with the waiter for at least 20 minutes, so when they saw me emerge, alone but with a massively pregnant-looking stomach, their cheers rang around the empty restaurant. I showed them the picture, which they dared me to put online (I won't), and we all left. They had finished their meals already and I didn't want to be there when whoever was in charge realised the waiter was missing, so we left the money for the meal on the table, and I left a big tip (from my victim's wallet). It was the least I could do, after all I had had an amazing meal.
 
Well diary, that's all I have to write. I had a great time, but I'm super tired now. I'm going to bed to sleep and to digest, feeling fulfilled and satisfied. I won't be going into work tomorrow, but they can cover for me. Night diary! x x x